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Jul 2017
Wait 'til a blue moon stands against a blue sky,
And the roar of the cars and wind going by
Makes the edge of town feel like the edge of the world,
Only then, will I listen to your complaints of loneliness.
You heur
Written by
Henry Hughes  27/M/Ireland
(27/M/Ireland)   
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   Bella Isaacs
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